|Me and Clyde|
Then, fresh out of college, I got my very own dog. A friend had adopted a female stray who promptly gave birth to 3 pups. I chose the runt and he became Peanut. I had Peanut for 10 years, from single life to married life to divorced life to finding my soulmate. When I lost him, a part of me went, too.
|Peanut looking rather guilty about something.|
Hazel (nut) was feral, but I adopted her anyway. She took six months to learn to trust but became the happiest little dog ever. Last spring, she got into something toxic along with my big boxer/hound mix. He made it, but her little body wasn't up to the task. Again. Crushed.
|Hazel was on a leash for a long time learning to be near humans.|
I'm so excited to introduce you to the fourth of my scruffy black and tan mixes. The lovely and petite, Coco (nut) - I'm guessing she's a Schnackillon. (Schnauzer, Jack Russell, Papillon). She has Schnauzer scruff, Papillon radar ears, and a wiggly waggly tail. I'm totally in love already. And you can see she's making herself right at home!
|Coco loves the bed already!|
Anybody else have a series dog problem?